Jin pauses mid-button, one eyebrow cocked. “Bruce Lee? That’s the only martial artist you know?”
“What? He’s famous!”
“He is,” he concedes. “But our fighting styles are nothing alike. Bruce practiced Jeet Kune Do. I trained in Taekkyeon and Tae Kwon Do, among other disciplines.”
I wave my hand dismissively. “Okay, fine. What about... Chuck Norris?” I scrunch my nose. “Is he even a martial artist? Or just a meme at this point?”
His laugh is low and warm, the mere sound of it making my stomach flutter. “He is, actually. Tang Soo Do and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.”
“Okay, okay.” I snap my fingers as another name surfaces in my memory. “Jackie Chan! He does all his own stunts and everything!”
Jin closes the distance between us in two strides, his hands finding my waist as he backs me toward the bed. “You know who you should be naming? Yourself. You’re a pretty skilled fighter in your own right, Mrs. Seo.”
The new name sends a thrill through me, turning my smirk into a full-blown smile. But even still, I refuse to let him see how much it affects me.
“What do you expect? I’m from Philly. We’ve all got hands. Even the sweetest among us.”
“I learned that firsthand,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing circles on my hip. “When you kicked my ass all those months ago after I broke into your apartment.”
“Um, love how you always leave out why! Youweretrying to kill me!” I exclaim, swatting at his chest. “Did you really think I’d go down without at least one vase to the head and a knee to the groin?”
“The knee to the groin was particularly impressive,” he replies, dark eyes gleaming with amusement and lust. He leans down to brush his lips against mine. “You fight dirty, Tokki-ya.”
“I fight to win,” I correct him.
It’sin the second before his mouth captures mine properly, and our banter is abruptly cut short.
The kiss starts playful but quickly grows steamier. More urgent and passionate. His tongue brushes against mine as I’m left reeling from how instantly good he makes me feel. My fingers find the remaining buttons of his shirt and make quick work of them. He shrugs out of it and then his hands are on my zipper, dragging it down ’til it reaches the bottom, and soon my dress is slipping off me.
It pools at my feet, and I step out of it and my panties, reaching back to unhook my bra. That falls away too, and Jin’s immediate grunt of approval makes me smile even as heat floods my cheeks. He pulls away enough to let his gaze roam over my naked body with unabashed appreciation, like he’s seeing me for the first time even though he’s memorized every inch of me by now.
“My sexy wife,” he murmurs, almost to himself.
“My even sexier husband,” I counter, hooking my fingers into the waistband of his pants. “Who is wearing way too many clothes right now.”
He chuckles and remedies that with a quick flick of the button on his pants. He steps out of the pair then does the same with his boxer briefs. As soon as he’s as naked as I am, he scoops me up into his arms and deposits me onto the massive bed.
I giggle as I land on the thick comforter and watch him climb on top of me. We meet for kisses, unable to keep our hands off each other. He palms my breasts and squeezes at my hips and thighs. I reach between us and wrap my fingers around his cock.
He’s so hard he’s like a rigid yet silky pole in my grasp. Throbbing and hot and heavy all at once, it turns me on just to feel him.
Just to imagine him inside me.
My curled hand slides up and down his shaft, stroking him as I lash my tongue to his and tempt him in the worst way.
He groans into my mouth and then kisses me even more aggressively, pushing me down against the bed pillows. I pump him and circle his head with my thumb, spreading some of his precum down his shaft.
His hips jut forward of their own accord. My touch is that intense and his erection so sensitive it’s driven by instinctual habit. He rocks against me as I stroke him and push him to the edge, and he growls my name.
“Tokki-ya,” he rumbles. “I see you’re determined to make me lose my mind.”
I merely hum in answer. A sense of thrill races down my spine as my grip firms up and I stroke him even faster. I drive him as crazy as possible ’til his breath is ragged and his forehead drops to my shoulder, breath hot and ragged against my skin.
His hips jerk in rhythm with my hand. But before I can push him over the edge, his hand snaps shut around my wrist and stills my movement.
“Not yet,” he rasps. “I need to be inside you. I want to feel that tight pussy squeezing me.”
“I can think of one way,” I tease with a small smirk. I kiss him and then push at his shoulders ’til he rolls onto his back.
